Wednesday, May 28, 2008


I am searching for heartfelt and inspirational stories about mother-daughter relationships, stories that share wisdom and teach important moral and life lessons, stories from which daughters and moms might derive hope and guidance after reading them.

What did you learn from this unique parent-child relationship, how it has changed over the years, how you two dealt with conflict, etc? The stories can be about good or bad times, as long as the result is something others can learn from. There are no format or length requirements.

For more information about submitting your story, please visit my website,, and click the red corner on the home page, just beneath the “Projects” tab.

I’m also conducting recorded telephone interviews for those who prefer to tell rather than write their story. Just send me an email with your phone number and dates/times you are available. Interviews typically last 30-45 minutes.

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The deadline for submitting your story or participating in an interview is August 1, 2008.

Now on to today’s post~

Today’s photo is of Lisa Brodsky and her mom at Mom’s western wedding. Mom has passed away and Lisa has turned poet, documenting her mother’s live and memory in verse. Here is a selection she shared with me:


“When I got off the phone with my step-father, his voice hoarse and scared, when I let the fact of my mother’s death settle on the first layer of my brain, I instinctively lit all the candles in the room.

I didn’t cry. I breathed shallowly and shakily struck a match and lit the first candle. A bit more frantically, I lit the candles surrounding her picture. Have some light, Mom. Have all the light I can give.

Suddenly, before the tears, before the full realization of an appendage cut off, lost to the tides, my room flickered with all the light I could conjure up. Perhaps I wanted to see her; light reveals faces which were previously hidden. No, I wanted to light her way; whatever road she was on I wanted her to see her way. Did I want to hold onto her so much that I kept the road back to the living lit? No, I loved her more than that. I knew, in the well of my subconscious, that I would have to let her go, let her walk her own path to the Otherworld.

So the real reason why I lit those candles was to treat her like the Goddess she was. A tea light on each side of her, leading her to the Light. But as the tears began to show up like rushed party guests, I said Mom, Mommy, just don’t forget me in the dark.”

Powerful, I think one must agree.

And then Tonja Trump sent this little musing:

“I always have to write it down if I want to remember it.I can’t remember the kids’ sports schedules. Thank goodness those are printed out for me; they find their home on the bulletin board and my desk at work. I guess repetition is good for the soul as well as the memory.Yet I can always remember silly irrelevant things, like those reddish-orange plaid pants that my mom dressed me in during the 1970’s. She STILL says they were in style back then. And I still beg to differ.”

Please visit to see an article about Daddy’s Little Girl, written by Maryan Pelland. Click here:

Jill and I are taking Baby Girl to Wise, VA, today to begin orientation at the mission camp where she is working this summer, thus I doubt I’ll be able to write more this week. Please check back in the morning for new photos taken of mothers and daughters for Mom’s Little Angel.

Well, I guess that’s enough for today. Thanks so much for visiting my blog. Now go out and hug somebody!

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